A/N: This Part Of The Story Is From Spike and Buffy's Point of View. Thanks for the people who reviewed and thanks to Anne who helped me out on this story.
Chapter 3: I See It Like This…
Spike's P.O.V
Bloody hell. I can't seem to get her out of mind. I don't love that bloody woman. She's just a damn…woman. All my life I have been Love's Bitch and I can't seem to handle any woman that passes by me. What the Demon said can't be true. She's just a bloody woman.
"Spike?"
I looked up and saw my friend Clem.
"What now?" I stood up from the chair on was sitting on to face Clem.
"Ah nothing, just came by to see if you still wanted to play Kitty Poker?"
I shook my head. "Not today," I walked over to the table near the chair I was sitting near before. I grabbed the mug of blood off the table and took of sip of it. "Today, is more of a thinking day for me,"
I saw Clem crossed his arms. "What did she do to you this time?"
I sighed. "She didn't do a bloody thing! That bloody psychic demon had something to say," I pointed out.
"Who's Ronald?"
"Yeah! You know what that bloody demon said?" I began to laugh, "He said, me and Buffy were in LOVE!" I began to laugh hysterically. Of course I would, it wasn't bloody true. But Clem didn't look too amused.
"I would have said the same thing,"
I stopped laughing. "What?"
"Well, it does look like you both like each other," I saw Clem shiver a little.
I turned away from Clem. How could he think this? I thought, I wasn't in love with her. When I turned around Clem was gone.
I sighed. "And you would think that anyone listens,"
Buffy's P.O.V
No, No, No. It can't be. Spike and me don't mix together. Spike + Buffy = Bad News. Yeah, Spike and I had our good times but that doesn't mean anything. He destroyed the only thing close to my Mom ever since she died. And I should be mad at him for that. Right? Well… there is only one thing left to do.
"Willow?" I walked into the room.
Willow looked up from her books. "Yeah Buff?"
I walked toward her and sat next to her on the bed. "Can I tell you something that you promise you can't tell nobody?"
Willow looked at me with worried eyes. "Yeah, sure. You could trust me. What's wrong?"
"Um… You remember that demon Ronald?" I stared at her with wide eyes.
"Uh, yeah. What happen?" Willow pouted her lips.
"Well the demon," I hesitated for a second. "He did tell me and Spike something,"
"What did he say?" I saw Willow's face in desperation. I didn't know if I should tell her. What would she say?
"He said," I looked at her intently. "Me and Spike were in love," I began to laugh. My laugh was so fake, Willow could see through it.
"Well, don't you think that the demon was right Buff?" Willow told me. I looked at her crazy.
"What?!" I yelled and got up to face her. I noticed how high my voice was then I lowered my tone. " Me and Spike? Are you feeling ok?" I touched Willow's forehead and laid it back to my side.
"Well Buffy, the demon is psychic.." Willow told me.
I looked at her like she was crazy. "Well I don't care if the demon was Saint Theresa, he's still wrong…" I pouted my lips and then I bit my tongue lightly.
"Buffy," I saw Willow pat the side of the bed next to her. I sat down next to her on the bed as told. "Remember those times you and Spike you to argue and you always seemed to laugh at the end?"
I began to recall one of those times.
**Flashback**
Buffy and Spike stood face to face.
"What are you gonna do huh?" Buffy said crossing her arms. "Talk to me to death?"
"Bloody Hell woman!" Spike said irrated. "I was trying to help you!"
"Helping?" Buffy began to get mad. "Helping! You call getting in my way helping?!"
"I wasn't in you way! I was helping you," Spike said angry.
Buffy turned from him. "Well you can help someone else. Not me!"
Spike let out a growl.
Buffy turned around. "Oh, don't do that!"
Spike raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"That…Grr-Argghh…ugh…" Buffy let out a fake growl.
Spike began to laugh.
Buffy pouted. "What's so funny?"
"You love," Spike said still laughing. "That was a pathetic growl,"
"Well," Buffy said calming down. "It's…it's better than-"
Spike growled loudly.
Buffy growled fake back. She noticed the smirk on Spike's face. "Ok…it's pathetic.." Buffy let out a laugh.
"Sorry for getting in your way," Spike said putting his hands in his pockets.
Buffy frowned. "You weren't in my way…I just felt like arguing," Buffy giggled and went into the kitchen.
Spike mouth went wide open and he laughed. "Hey!" He followed her into the kitchen.
**End Flashback**
Spike's P.O.V
I remember that exact day when Buffy and I were arguing and we ended up laughing. Those were the good times. But it's not like that anymore with Buffy and I. We've changed. Slayer and Vampire…destine to fight to the end…mortal enemies…but why do I feel different? Why does this bloody happen to me all the time? I always bloody hated her…I even almost fell in…no…love?… it can't be…and it won't. I need to talk to Buffy tomorrow.
I walked to my desk and whipped out a paper and pen. I haven't done this in a while. I began to write a poem.
Buffy's P.O.V
I walked back to my room. I closed he door behind me and closed my eyes tight. I can't love Spike there's no way in hell we can love each other. Love? What does that word even mean?
I walked to my bed and laid in it. I covered myself and held the blanket tight. I need to talk to him tomorrow. I need to know. I drifted off into a deep sleep.
Chapter 3: I See It Like This…
Spike's P.O.V
Bloody hell. I can't seem to get her out of mind. I don't love that bloody woman. She's just a damn…woman. All my life I have been Love's Bitch and I can't seem to handle any woman that passes by me. What the Demon said can't be true. She's just a bloody woman.
"Spike?"
I looked up and saw my friend Clem.
"What now?" I stood up from the chair on was sitting on to face Clem.
"Ah nothing, just came by to see if you still wanted to play Kitty Poker?"
I shook my head. "Not today," I walked over to the table near the chair I was sitting near before. I grabbed the mug of blood off the table and took of sip of it. "Today, is more of a thinking day for me,"
I saw Clem crossed his arms. "What did she do to you this time?"
I sighed. "She didn't do a bloody thing! That bloody psychic demon had something to say," I pointed out.
"Who's Ronald?"
"Yeah! You know what that bloody demon said?" I began to laugh, "He said, me and Buffy were in LOVE!" I began to laugh hysterically. Of course I would, it wasn't bloody true. But Clem didn't look too amused.
"I would have said the same thing,"
I stopped laughing. "What?"
"Well, it does look like you both like each other," I saw Clem shiver a little.
I turned away from Clem. How could he think this? I thought, I wasn't in love with her. When I turned around Clem was gone.
I sighed. "And you would think that anyone listens,"
Buffy's P.O.V
No, No, No. It can't be. Spike and me don't mix together. Spike + Buffy = Bad News. Yeah, Spike and I had our good times but that doesn't mean anything. He destroyed the only thing close to my Mom ever since she died. And I should be mad at him for that. Right? Well… there is only one thing left to do.
"Willow?" I walked into the room.
Willow looked up from her books. "Yeah Buff?"
I walked toward her and sat next to her on the bed. "Can I tell you something that you promise you can't tell nobody?"
Willow looked at me with worried eyes. "Yeah, sure. You could trust me. What's wrong?"
"Um… You remember that demon Ronald?" I stared at her with wide eyes.
"Uh, yeah. What happen?" Willow pouted her lips.
"Well the demon," I hesitated for a second. "He did tell me and Spike something,"
"What did he say?" I saw Willow's face in desperation. I didn't know if I should tell her. What would she say?
"He said," I looked at her intently. "Me and Spike were in love," I began to laugh. My laugh was so fake, Willow could see through it.
"Well, don't you think that the demon was right Buff?" Willow told me. I looked at her crazy.
"What?!" I yelled and got up to face her. I noticed how high my voice was then I lowered my tone. " Me and Spike? Are you feeling ok?" I touched Willow's forehead and laid it back to my side.
"Well Buffy, the demon is psychic.." Willow told me.
I looked at her like she was crazy. "Well I don't care if the demon was Saint Theresa, he's still wrong…" I pouted my lips and then I bit my tongue lightly.
"Buffy," I saw Willow pat the side of the bed next to her. I sat down next to her on the bed as told. "Remember those times you and Spike you to argue and you always seemed to laugh at the end?"
I began to recall one of those times.
**Flashback**
Buffy and Spike stood face to face.
"What are you gonna do huh?" Buffy said crossing her arms. "Talk to me to death?"
"Bloody Hell woman!" Spike said irrated. "I was trying to help you!"
"Helping?" Buffy began to get mad. "Helping! You call getting in my way helping?!"
"I wasn't in you way! I was helping you," Spike said angry.
Buffy turned from him. "Well you can help someone else. Not me!"
Spike let out a growl.
Buffy turned around. "Oh, don't do that!"
Spike raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"That…Grr-Argghh…ugh…" Buffy let out a fake growl.
Spike began to laugh.
Buffy pouted. "What's so funny?"
"You love," Spike said still laughing. "That was a pathetic growl,"
"Well," Buffy said calming down. "It's…it's better than-"
Spike growled loudly.
Buffy growled fake back. She noticed the smirk on Spike's face. "Ok…it's pathetic.." Buffy let out a laugh.
"Sorry for getting in your way," Spike said putting his hands in his pockets.
Buffy frowned. "You weren't in my way…I just felt like arguing," Buffy giggled and went into the kitchen.
Spike mouth went wide open and he laughed. "Hey!" He followed her into the kitchen.
**End Flashback**
Spike's P.O.V
I remember that exact day when Buffy and I were arguing and we ended up laughing. Those were the good times. But it's not like that anymore with Buffy and I. We've changed. Slayer and Vampire…destine to fight to the end…mortal enemies…but why do I feel different? Why does this bloody happen to me all the time? I always bloody hated her…I even almost fell in…no…love?… it can't be…and it won't. I need to talk to Buffy tomorrow.
I walked to my desk and whipped out a paper and pen. I haven't done this in a while. I began to write a poem.
Buffy's P.O.V
I walked back to my room. I closed he door behind me and closed my eyes tight. I can't love Spike there's no way in hell we can love each other. Love? What does that word even mean?
I walked to my bed and laid in it. I covered myself and held the blanket tight. I need to talk to him tomorrow. I need to know. I drifted off into a deep sleep.
